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Portfolio Entries from Nimue

  1. The Inner Abyss (Part Two)

    — The tinnabulum chimes cascaded overhead, marking the hour of Belannos’s ascension and the alignment of the heavenly bodies. Vienne stood at the center of an old magister’s tower, stripped of all its furnishings to bare black bones of basalt and granite. Everything was as she had imagined it would be. She wore her deepest-dyed robes, embroidered in blue and violet, her hair pinned in a net of golden thread. The materials of her Founding—raw marble, quartz, teak—were stacked around...
  2. The Inner Abyss (Part One)

    Short story written in September 2016 for ThinkerX's Top Scribe VI Challenge. 6100 words THE INNER ABYSS Vienne woke to blackness where there should have been moonlight. A great shape crouched over her bed. She could not breathe under its numb weight, nor could she move, for none of her limbs would obey. She could only stare into the golden eyes of a panther, gleaming in the darkness. A daemon. Its paws felt solid on her chest, tangible as velvet, the huff of its breath warm and...
  3. In the Shade of the Cypress Tree (Part Two)

    — Crickets sang. A breeze stirred the languid vines and night-drawn flowers around her. Dusk lay in blue-green shadows over the courtyard. She stood where she had awoken: in Lord Haroun's garden, panting as though she were pursued. Niryah's Light shone white and brilliant in her cupped hands—it had freed her from that tainted sleep. In the frisson of the magic in her blood, she knew that something was very wrong. She stepped forward, listening to the distant song of the Light...
  4. In the Shade of the Cypress Tree (Part One)

    Short story written in March 2016 for ThinkerX's Top Scribe I Challenge. 5000 words In the Shade of the Cypress Tree "They call Dhar Jinan an offal pit," Lord Haroun wrote. "But in this judgment, they do not consider that refuse makes the most fertile soil, and from it may arise a fragrant garden. The poorest of men are most eager to work, if they are given fair chance. How many skilled craftsmen and wisewomen have been lost to the cruel drought of scarcity, that withers the fruit on...
  5. Llynellul

    Short story written in October 2015 for Legendary Sidekick's Jerk MC Challenge. 1800 words Llynellul She was born into a deep green pool, born with the hunger of the Kin and the knowledge of the Riverdaughter. The world below the water-veil was silent and dim, and the world above glittered and seared her mouth and throat. In the depths, the old ones swam above a carpet of black silt and bones. They were so thin that they were like ripples in the water, with pale eyes and palest...
  6. Earthfire, Soulfire (Part Two)

    — Evening fell soft and clear. The nighttime creatures began their thrumming chorus beyond the circle of our bonfire. We were deep in less painful reminiscence when I caught Iseult pouring brandy in her coconut wine. “The house and all your baubles are very fine, but your fermenting needs work,” she told me frankly. “Alchemy is my weakest discipline, I’m afraid,” I agreed, and stifled a belch. Regardless of the taste, it was going straight to my head. I couldn't remember the last...
  7. Earthfire, Soulfire (Part One)

    Short story written in March 2015 for Phil Overby's Diversity Challenge. 5000 words EARTHFIRE, SOULFIRE My twelve-month solitude was broken by a flash of fire on the sea. Not at dawn but at midnight, when the waves rose and fell like a dark breathing beast and the sky was speckled with starlight. The glow of strong magic flared in the distance and, deep in my dreaming trance, I thought I recognized it. As clear as an old friend’s voice. When I had pulled myself up and stared out...
  8. Star Map

    Short story written February 2015 for T.Allen.Smith's Paint a Thousand Words Challenge (edited to add content & clarity) 1800 words STAR MAP "I know what I saw," she told Ahmed. "The ancestors’ minds are dead," he said slowly. "The archive was destroyed in the evacuation of Demeter. The collision—” He’d slipped into his second-lieutenant voice, and caught himself. “There isn’t a chance. We'll find another way to Earth." It was such an empty phrase by now that neither of them...
  9. The Black Knife

    Short story written in December 2014 for T.Allen.Smith's Paint a Thousand Words Challenge. 1000 words THE BLACK KNIFE "Death walks the earth in a pale cloak. He can be seen only in darkness, And those who see him must follow and obey." -Hinterland proverb A drop of blood remained in the goblet, glittering like a carbuncle in the candlelight. Once he would have greedily licked it up, but now the cup barely slaked his thirst. This body was old, and his mind beat within it like an...
  10. Wildwitch - Chapter I - The Tower

    An echoing crack came from below, shivering the stones of the tower. Vivaine’s fingers tightened on the wreath she was weaving, and a strand of holyvine snapped in her hands. The pattern frayed; vine, juniper, and white ribbon came loose. She could feel the power leach from it, and the dusty-green leaves turned brittle. It did not matter, she told herself. Neither a keepsafe charm nor the silent prayer to the Mother she had woven it with could help her now. But panic bubbled up in her...
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